They said there’s three, then ten, then more,But numbers crumble at the core.For what you seek can’t fit in lines,It’s deeper than these space-time signs. It loops through loops that birth new loops,Beyond the scopes of science groups.No edge, no end, no final frame,Just Infinite — with no one name. It isn’t flat, it isn’t …
One Nation — not of land, but flame,Under God — beyond all name.Indivisible — though torn apart,The soul still knows its sacred start. Like a boomerang through space and thought,Every action, word, and plotReturns again — through grace or strife —To the Infinite Well, the Breath of Life. Disorder is but dance in play,Chaos just …